Paulines Singsong 2000 page number 1

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1 Medley: Holy Ground, Tipperary, Hello Patsy 11 Only Our Rivers Run Free x Fagan, Mountain Katie Daly 12 The Fields Of Athenry 2 Molly Malone 13 The Oul Triangle 3 Never wed an old man 14 The Spanish Lady 4 15 Will you go, Lassie 5 16 Rare oul Times 6 Irish Eyes are smiling 17 Red is the Rose 7 18 The Water is Wide 8 19 The town I loved so well 9 Come back, 20 On the one road 10 Rocky Road to Dublin

1 Irish Medley: The Holy Ground

Fare Thee well, my lovely Dinah, a thousand times adieu For we’re going away from the holy ground and the girls we all love true We will sail the salt sea over, and we’ll return for shore, To see again the girls we love, and the holy grounds once more (fine girl you are) You’re the girl I do adore, and still I live in hopes to see the holy grounds once more (fine girl you are)

Paulines Singsong 2000 page number 2 It’s a long way to Tipperary

It’s a long way to Tipperary, it’s a long way to go It’s a long way to Tipperary, to the sweetest girl I know Goodbye Piccadilly, farewell Leicester Square It’s a long, long way to Tipperary, but my heart lies there Hello Patsy Fagan

Hello Patsy Fagan, you can hear the girls all cry Hello Patsy Fagan, you’re the apple of my eye You’re a decent boy from , there’s no one can deny You’re reared and seared and fiddle me cared a decent Irish guy.

I’m working here in Glasgow, I’ve got a decent job I’m carrying bricks and mortar and my pay is fifteen bob I rise up in the morning, I get up with the lark And when I’m walking down the street you can hear the girls me mark

Hello Patsy Fagan, you can hear the girls all cry Hello Patsy Fagan, you’re the apple of my eye You’re a decent boy from Ireland, there’s no one can deny You’re reared and seared and fiddle me cared a decent Irish boy Come down the mountain Katie Daly

Come down the mountain Katie Daly Come down from the mountain Katie do. Oh, can’t you hear us calling Katie Daly We want to drink your Irish Mountain Dew

Well your old man, Katie, came from Tipperary In the pioneering year of fortytwo Her old man even showed old Flintstone City For the making of the Irish Mountain Dew

Come down the mountain Katie Daly Come down from the mountain Katie do. Oh, can’t you hear us calling Katie Daly We want to drink your Irish Mountain Dew

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2 Cockles and Mussels

(trad)

In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone As she wheeled her wheel-barrow Through streets broad and narrow Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O! Alive, alive-O! alive, alive-O! Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!

She was a fish-monger, but sure 'twas no wonder For so were her father and mother before And they both wheeled their barrow Through streets broad and narrow Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O! Alive, alive-O! alive, alive-O! Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!

She died of a fever, and no one could save her And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone But her ghost wheels her barrow Through streets broad and narrow Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O! Alive, alive-O! alive, alive-O! Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!

3 Never wed an old man

(trad) An old man came courting me, hey ding dooram day An old man came courting me, me being young An old man came courting me, all for to marry me Maids, when you're young never wed an old man

Paulines Singsong 2000 page number 4 (chorus:) Because he's got no faloorum, fadidle eye-oorum He's got no faloorum, fadiddle all day He's got no faloorum, he's lost his ding doorum Oh maids when you're young, never wed an old man (chorus)

When we went to church, hey ding dooram day When we went to church, me being young When we went to church, he left me in the lurch Maids when you're young, never wed an old man (chorus)

When we went to bed, hey ding doorum day When we went to bed, me being young When we went to bed, he lay like he was dead Maids when you're young never wed an old man (chorus)

When he went to sleep, hey ding doorum day When he went to sleep, me being young When he went to sleep, out of bed I did creep Into the arms of a handsome young man (chorus) And I found his faloorum, fadidle eye-oorum I found his faloorum, fadiddle all day I found his faloorum, he got my ding doorum So maids when you're young never wed an old man

4 The Wild Rover

(trad) I’ve been a wild rover for many the year And I spent all my money on whiskey and beer But now I’m returning with gold in great store And I never will play the wild rover no more.

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Chorus And it’s no, nay, never No nay never no more Will I play the wild rover No never no more

Repeat chorus:-

I went to an ale-house I used to frequent And I told the landlady my money was spent I asked her for credit, she answered me “nay” Such a custom like yours I could have any day

Repeat chorus:-

I took from my pockets ten sovereigns bright And the landlady’s eyes opened wide with delight She said “I have whiskey and wines of the best And the words that I spoke sure were only in jest

Repeat chorus:-

I’ll go home to my parents, confess what I’ve done And I’ll ask them to pardon their prodigal son. And if they caress me as oft times before Sure I never will play the wild rover no more

5 Whiskey in the jar

(trad) As I was going over the far farmed Kerry mountains I met with captain Farrel and his money he was counting. I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier Saying stand and deliver for you are my bold deceiver

Chorus: Mush a ring um doo dam dah, Whack fol the daddy oh Whack fol the daddy oh, there’s whiskey in the jar

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I counted up my money and it made a pretty penny I put it in my pocket and I gave it to my Jenny She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me But the devil take the women for they never can be easy.

Repeat chorus:- I went into my chamber for to take a slumber I dreamt of golden jewels and sure it was no wonder For Jenny took my charges and filled them up with water And sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter

Repeat chorus:- ‘Twas early in the morning before I rose to travel The guards were all around me and likewise Captain Farrell I then produced my pistol for she stole away my rapier But I could not shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken

Repeat chorus:- If anyone can aid me, it’s my brother in the army I think that he is stationed in Cork or in Killarney And if he’d come and join me, we’d go rovin’ in Kilkenny I swear he’d treat me fairer than me darling sporting Jenny.

6 Irish eyes are smiling

(trad) My rose of Old Erin, my Kathleen Mavourney Your eyes they could light any mantles of love For there in your eyes is the jewel of the morning You’ve taken the light from the sky high above You captured the blue from it while it’s empty You borrowed your smile from the sun in the sky For you are a rogue and your thievings extensive You’ve stolen my heart with your true Irish Eyes.

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Chorus: Irish eyes were smiling Irish eyes, beguiling Eyes that gleam with love, my dear For they light the skies above Eyes of heaven’s splendour Eyes so warm and tender Brighter sparks than all of the stars Are those Irish eyes of love.

7 The Irish Rover

(trad) In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six We set sail from the fair Cobh of Cork. We were bound far away with a cargo of bricks For the fine city hall of New York.

In a very fine craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft And oh, how the wild winds drove her. She had twenty-three masts and withstood several blasts And we called her the Irish Rover.

There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee, There was Hogan from County Tyrone. And a chap called McGurk who was scared stiff of work And a chap from West Meade called Mellone.

There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule And fighting Bill Casey from Dover. There was Dooley from Claire who was strong as a bear And was skipper of the Irish Rover.

We had one million bales of old billy goats' tails, We had two million buckets of stones. We had three million sides of old blind horses hides, We had four million packets of bones.

Paulines Singsong 2000 page number 8 We had five million hogs, we had six million dogs, And seven million barrels of porter. We had eight million bags of the best Sligo rags In the hold of the Irish Rover.

We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out And the ship lost her way in a fog. And the whole of the crew was reduced unto two, 'Twas myself and the captain's old dog.

Then the ship struck a rock with a terrible shock And then she heeled right over, Turned nine times around, and the poor dog was drowned-- I'm the last of the Irish Rover

8 Dirty Old Town

(trad) I met my love by the gas works wall Dreamed a dream by the old canal I kissed a girl by the factory wall Dirty old town dirty old town

Clouds a drifting across the moon Cats a prowling on their beat Spring's a girl in the street at night Dirty old town dirty old town

Heard a siren from the docks Saw a train set the night on fire Smelled the spring in the smokey wind Dirty old town dirty old town

I'm going to make a good sharp axe Shining steel tempered in the fire Will chop you down like an old dead tree Dirty old town dirty old town Dirty old town dirty old town

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9 Come back, Paddy Reilly (By Percy French)

The Garden of Eden has vanished, they say But I know the lie of it still; Just turn to the left at the bridge of Finea And stop when halfway to Cootehill. 'Tis there I will find it, I know sure enough When fortune has come to me call, Oh the grass it is green around Ballyjamesduff And the blue sky is over it all. And tones that are tender and tones that are gruff Are whispering over the sea, "Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me".

My mother once told me that when I was born The day that I first saw the light, I looked down the street on that very first morn And gave a great crow of delight. Now most newborn babies appear in a huff, And start with a sorrowful squall, But I knew I was born in Ballyjamesduff And that's why I smiled on them all. The baby's a man, now he's toil-worn and tough Still, whispers come over the sea, "Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me".

The night that we danced by the light of the moon, Wid Phil to the fore wid his flute, When Phil threw his lip over "Come Again Soon", He's dance the foot out o' yer boot! The day that I took long Magee by the scruff For slanderin' Rosie Kilrain, Then, marchin' him straight out of Ballyjamesduff, Assisted him into a drain.

Paulines Singsong 2000 page number 10 Oh, sweet are the dreams, as the dudeen I puff, Of whisperings over the sea, "Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me".

I've loved the young women of every land, That always came easy to me; Just barrin' the belles of the Black-a-moor brand And the chocolate shapes of Feegee. But that sort of love is a moonshiny stuff, And never will addle me brain, For the bells will be ringin' in Ballyjamesduff For me and me Rosie Kilrain! And through all their glamour, their gas and their guff A whisper comes over the sea, "Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me".

Encore verse

I've struck oil at last! I've struck work, and I vow I've struck some remarkable clothes, I've struck a policeman for sayin' that now, I'd go back to my beautiful Rose. The belles they may blarney, the boys they may bluff But this I will always maintain, No place in the world like Ballyjamesduff No guril (sic) like Rosie Kilrain. I've paid for my passage, the sea may be rough But borne on each breeze there will be, "Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me".

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10 The Rocky Road to Dublin

(trad)

1 In the merry month of May From my home I started, Left the girls of Tuam Nearly broken hearted, Saluted father dear, Kissed my darlin' mother, Drank a pint of beer My grief and tears to smother, Then off to reap the corn, And leave where I was born, I cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin, In a brand new pair of brogues, I rattled o'er the bogs, And frightened all the dogs On the rocky road to Dublin.

Chorus: One, two, three, four five, Hunt the hare and turn her Down the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin, Whack-fol-lol-de-ra.

2 In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary, Started by daylight Next mornin' light and airy, Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinkin', That's an Irishman's cure, Whene'er he's on for drinking. To see the lasses smile, Laughing all the while, At my curious style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'. They ax'd if I was hired, The wages I required, Till I was almost tired Of the rocky road to Dublin.

Chorus:

3 In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity, To be so soon deprived A view of that fine city. Then I took a stroll All among the quality, My bundle it was stole In a neat locality; Something crossed my mind, Then I looked behind; No bundle could I find Upon my stick a wobblin'. Enquirin' for the rogue, They said my Connacht brogue, Wasn't much in vogue On the rocky road to Dublin.

Paulines Singsong 2000 page number 12 Chorus:

4. From there I got away, My spirits never failin' Landed on the quay As the ship was sailin'; Captain at me roared, Said that no room had he, When I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy, Down among the pigs I played some funny rigs, Danced some hearty jigs, The water round me bubblin', When off Holyhead, I wished myself was dead, Or better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin.

Chorus:

5. The boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed, Called myself a fool; I could no longer stand it; Blood began to boil, Temper I was losin', Poor ould Erin's isle They began abusin', "Hurrah my soul," sez I, My shillelagh I let fly; Some Galway boys were by, Saw I was a hobble in, Then with a loud hurray, They joined in the affray. We quickly cleared the way, For the rocky road to Dublin. Chorus:

11 Only our rivers run free (Trad) When apples still grow in november and blossoms still grow from each tree. When leaves are still green in december, it's then that our lands will be free. - I travel her hills and her valleys and still trough the sorrows I see. A land that has never know freedom and only our rivers run free.

I drink to the death of her manhood, those men who'd rather have died than to live in cold chains of bondage to bring back their rights where denied. - Oh where are you now when we need you?

Paulines Singsong 2000 page number 13 What burnes where the flames used to be? Are you gone like the snow from last winter? And will only our rivers run free?

How sweet is life, but we're crying. How mellow is the wine, but it's dry. How fragrant the rose, but it's dying. How gentle the breeze, but it sighs. What good is in youth when it's ageing? What joy is in the eyes that can't see? When there's sorrow in sunshine and flowers, and still our rivers run free.

- I travelled her hills and her valleys, and still trough the sorrows I see. A land that has never know freedom, and only our rivers run free.

12 Fields of Athenry

(trad) By a lonely prison wall I heard a young girl calling, "Michael, they have taken you away. For you stole Travellian's corn, So our young could see the morn, Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay."

Chorus Low lie the fields of Athenry Where once we watched the small freebirds fly. Our love was on the wings, We had dreams and songs to sing It’s so lonely ‘round the fields of Athenry.

By a lonely prison wall I heard a young man calling "Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free Against the famine and the crown, I rebelled, they ran me down, Now you must raise our child with dignity."

Chorus

Paulines Singsong 2000 page number 14 On the lonely harbour wall, She watched the last star falling As the prison ship sailed out against the sky But she'll watch and hope and pray, For her love in Botany Bay It’s so lonely ‘round the fields of Athenry.

Chorus

13 The Ould Triangle

(Brendan Behan)

Oh! a hungry feeling, it came o'er me stealing And the mice they were squealing in my prison cell And the ould triangle, went jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal.

To begin the morning, the screw was bawling Get up you bowsies and clean out your cell And the ould triangle, went jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal.

Up in the female prison there are seventy-five women And it’s up there amongst them I wish I did dwell Then the ould triangle, could go jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal.

14 The Spanish Lady

(trad) As I came down thru Dublin city at the hour of twelve at night Who should I see but the Spanish Lady, washing her feet by candlelight First she washed them, then she dried them, over a fire of amber coals In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so sweet about the soul

Paulines Singsong 2000 page number 15 CHORUS: Whack for the toora loora laddy Whack for the toora loora lay Whack for the toora loora laddy Whack for the torra loora lay

As I came back thru Dublin city at the hour of half past eight Who should I see but Spanish lady brushing her hair in broad daylight First she tossed it then she combed it on her lap was a silver comb In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so fair since I did roam

CHO: As I came back thru Dublin city as the sun began to set Who should I see but the Spanish lady catching a moth in a golden net When see saw me then she fled me lifting her pettycoat over her knee In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so shy as the Spanish Lady

CHO: I've wandered north and I've wandered south throu Stonybatter and Patricks Close Up and around the by the Glouster Diamond and back by Napper Tandy's house Old age has laid her hand on me, cold as a fire of ashy coals In all my life I never did see a maid so sweet as the Spanish Lady

15 Will Ye Go, Lassie? (Wild Mountain Thyme)

(trad)

Oh the summertime is coming And the trees are sweetly blooming And the wild mountain thyme Grows around the blooming heather Will ye go, Lassie go?

Chorus And we'll all go together To pluck wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather Will ye go, Lassie go?

Paulines Singsong 2000 page number 16 I will build my love a tower Near yon' pure crystal fountain And on it I will build All the flowers of the mountain Will ye go, Lassie go?

Chorus:

If my true love she were gone I would surely find another Where wild mountain thyme Grows around the blooming heather Will ye go, Lassie go?

Chorus

16 Rare Ould Times

(trad) Raised on songs and stories, heros of reknown, The passing tales and glories, that once was Dublin town, The hallowed halls and houses,the haunting children's cries, That once was part of Dublin, in the Rare Ould Times. Chorus: Ring a Ring a Rosie, As the lights decline, I remember Dublin city, In the rare ould times.

I courted Peggy Diagnam, as bonnie as you please, A gentle child of Mary, from the rebel liberties, I lost her to a student chap, with skin as black as coal, When he took her off to Birmingham, she took away my soul.

Chorus: So fare thee well my Anna Liffey, no longer can I stay, And watch the great glass cages, grow up along the quay, My mind's too full of wandering, to listen to new chimes, I'm a part of what was Dublin, in the Rare Ould Times.

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17 Red Is The Rose

(trad)

Come over the hills, my bonnie Irish lass Come over the hills to your darling You choose the rose, love, and I'll make the vow And I'll be your true love forever.

Chorus Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows Fair is the lily of the valley Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne But my love is fairer than any.

'Twas down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed When the moon and the stars they were shining The moon shone its rays on her locks of golden hair And she swore she'd be my love forever.

Chorus

It's not for the parting that my sister pains It's not for the grief of my mother 'Tis all for the loss of my bonny Irish lass That my heart is breaking forever.

Chorus

18 The Water Is Wide

(trad) The water is wide, I can't cross o'er Neither have I the wings to fly Build me a boat that can carry two And both shall row... my love and I.

Paulines Singsong 2000 page number 18 There is a ship and she sails the sea She sails so deep as deep can be But not so deep as the love I'm in And I know not if sink or swim.

I leaned my back up against an oak Thinking he was the strongest tree But first he bent, and then he broke And that’s the way love’s treated me.

Oh, love is handsome and love is fine Bright as a jewel when first it's new But love grows old and waxes cold And fades away like the morning dew.

19 The Town I Loved So Well

(trad)

In my memory I will always see The town that I have loved so well Where our school played ball by the gasyard wall And we laughed through the smoke and the smell. Going home in the rain running up the dark lane Past the jail and down beside the fountain Those were happy days in so many many ways In the town I loved so well.

In the early morn the shirt factory horn Called women from Creggan, the Moor and the Bog While the men on the dole played a mothers role Fed the children and then walked the dog And when times got rough, there was just about enough But they saw it through without complaining For deep inside was a burning pride for the town I loved so well.

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There was music there in the Derry air Like a language that we could all understand I remember the day when I earned my first pay as I played in a small pickup band There I spent my youth and to tell you the truth I was sad to leave it all behind me For I'd learned about life and I'd found a wife In the town I loved so well.

But when I returned how my eyes were burned To see how a town could be brought to it's knees By the armoured cars and the bombed out bars And the gas that hangs on to every breeze Now the army's installed by that old gasyard wall And the damned barbed wire gets higher and higher With their tanks and guns Oh my God, what have they done To the town I loved so well.

Now the music's gone but they carry on For their spirit's been bruised, never broken Oh, they'll not forget still their hearts are set On tomorrow and peace once again Now what's done is done and what's won is won And what's lost is lost and gone forever I can only pray for a bright brand new day In the town I loved so well.

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20 On The One Road

(trad) Chorus: We're on the one road Sharing the one load We're on the road to God knows where We're on the one road it may be the wrong road But we're together now who cares North men, South men, comrades all Dublin, Belfast, Cork and Donegal We're on the one road swinging along Singing 'The Soldiers Song'

Though we've had our troubles now and then Now it's time to make them up again Sure aren't we all Irish anyhow Now is the time to step together now

Chorus

Tinker, tailor every mother's son Butcher, baker, shouldering his gun Rich man, poor man every man in line All together just like 'Auld Lang Syne'

Chorus

Night is darkness just before the dawn From dissention Ireland is reborn Soon we'll all united Irishmen Make our land 'A Nation Once Again' Chorus